Woke up this morning feel great, feeling good. The baby slept 15 minutes shy of a whole 6 hours and I felt refreshed. I brought her into bed with us and got up to quickly have a shower (I haven’t had a morning shower in MONTHS) before my husband took our oldest to school. I got dressed, I put on makeup, this day is AWESOME. I have my sh*t together. Look at me! I can do this! This rocks!!!!!
I played with the baby, grabbed another bottle and rocked her to sleep for her morning nap. I put her in her crib and snuck out of the room. I just might have breakfast. After all, I have my stuff together right? I grab a cereal cup and milk (remember that renovation we are going through? Yeah…) and I sat down. I had a bite. Wow, this is great. This is how it feels to be up and at it early in the morning. I so had this.
Until I didn’t.
With one quick slip, the cereal cup tumbled all down my fresh & clean outfit, down my leg and onto the couch. Man, I probably shouldn’t have filled it up with so much milk. I wanted to drink it after though because cereal milk is the best. But now I can’t. My leg is cold. I’m wearing my only cool tank top that’s clean (well, not anymore). Now the baby is up and fussing because of course, when I jumped up after spilling the worlds largest amount of milk on my leg, I hit one of her toys that made a really loud sound.
Just like that, when you have it together… life has a way of hitting you upside the head and then laughing in your face.